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Hima Raza


Born
Lahore, Pakistan
Died
May 29, 2003

Genre
Poetry


Hima F. Raza was a poet, critic, and academic. She was born and brought up in Lahore and graduated from Kinnaird College, Lahore. Abroad she earned degrees from the University of New South Wales, Australia, and the University of Sussex, UK. Raza taught English literature and creative writing at universities in Lahore and London. She published two collections of experimental poetry: "Memory Stains" and "Left-Hand Speak". One of her short stories was also included in an anthology of Pakistani women authors' writing, "And the World Changed". (Adapted from the author's bio at The Feminist Press. http://www.feministpress.org/books/hi...)

Hima Raza died in a car accident at the age of 27. ...more

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Left Hand Speak
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“it's a good thing I'm used to this;
the process of shutting things out
as they fall apart,
the pretence of cool
in a dry, hot season,
the taste of redemption
in a t.v. screen


if God had a voice
what would it say?”
― Hima Raza, Left Hand Speak
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“You have the potential for becoming air;
as still, as necessary, just there.”
― Hima Raza
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“a wonderful thing
like hazelnuts hidden in chocolate


surprises never forgotten
secrets never revealed

a quest for falling shadows
in the voice of angels
at dawn

lately I wonder
about nostalgia

candy-framed moments
of yesterday
shaping times
with tender hands

I am stories
dreamt before birth -- beyond death
in a stranger's imagination”
― Hima Raza, Memory Stains
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